Here is the ghost market, a place without law. Whoever's fist is harder, whoever's fist is bigger, they make the law.
Of course, if yours is both big and hard, you can basically walk sideways.
Long Feicheng thought he could walk sideways, but he didn't expect to die before he could even set out. He hadn't even touched the little sister's leg before he was kicked out by someone.
Some of the thugs from Fenglai Tower carried whips and flicked Long Feicheng from a distance. The pain made Long Feicheng howl, almost drawing his Caiwei Sword to fight them to the death.
Fortunately, Yan Shouyi and the others arrived in time, suppressing Long Feicheng's hand as he was about to draw his sword, and quickly said, "Let's talk it over, no fighting!"
The madam saw that Long Feicheng and the others had accomplices, and they didn't look easy to deal with, so she raised her hand, signaling the thugs to stop their actions.
However, the thugs were seasoned veterans. They knew in their hearts that stopping now might just be the calm before the storm. If negotiations failed later, they feared the fighting would be even more intense.
So, the thug with the whip coiled it up, ready to whip it out at any moment.
When Long Feicheng and the others saw Yan Shouyi, they acted as if they had seen saviors, wailing with tears and snot.
Lin Zitong snorted and chided, "It's one thing if you usually indulge in drinking, gambling, and womanizing. I wouldn't care if you didn't corrupt Big Fool here, but this is the ghost market, and we have important business to attend to. You've really lost your minds to come here for wine and women!"
Among the group, Lin Zitong was the undisputed leader, and Long Feicheng naturally feared her.
Long Feicheng shrunk his neck, gritted his teeth, and a look of determination appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Weng Qianxiang felt a pang of guilt in his heart. Brother Long was about to take all the blame onto himself!
He wouldn't say anything more. Brother, I'll pay next time!
But just as Weng Qianxiang was feeling grateful to Long Feicheng, Long Feicheng suddenly turned on him, pointing at Weng Qianxiang and saying, "It was Old Weng who couldn't resist!"
"Damn it!" Weng Qianxiang directly cursed.
"Old Weng said he'd never been Ning Caichen before and wanted to show off his 'ghosts' fear' persona today. I tried to dissuade him left and right, but he wouldn't listen, so I could only follow him, keep an eye on him, and remind him when he made mistakes!"
Weng Qianxiang, speechless, pointed at Long Feicheng. He then recalled Long Feicheng's classic saying.
Cowardly! Disloyal! Betraying a brother!
Although Long Feicheng spun a web of lies, Lin Zitong clearly wouldn't believe it all.
She gave Long Feicheng a glare. The matter was temporarily put aside, as they still had to deal with the people from Fenglai Tower.
Yan Shouyi inquired, "What did you do?"
Long Feicheng replied in a low voice, "We just ordered a few young ladies. We didn't expect that they required payment before the service. I offered spirit money, but they didn't accept it and said they wanted three liters of my blood."
"Didn't Master Liu say earlier that the ghost market doesn't accept spirit money?" Yan Shouyi sighed helplessly.
The ghost market was about taking what one needed. Spirit money was the most useless thing. The one selling the clay pot before wanted souls, and the Fenglai Tower before them wanted the fresh blood of the living. It seemed they all had their uses.
The madam at this point reminded them, "Three liters of blood per woman. They each called ten, so that's sixty liters! I don't care if the blood is yours or some stray cat's or dog's; we need to see the blood."
Weng Qianxiang cried out, "Then you might as well kill us!"
"Do you think we wouldn't dare?" the madam chuckled. "Our Fenglai Tower is most famous for its human meat char siu bao. If you're willing to trade flesh for blood, we wouldn't mind."
The two swallowed their saliva, both somewhat unnerved. Fortunately, when ordering, Long Feicheng had found the buns too dense and hadn't ordered them.
Otherwise, they would have tasted human flesh.
They once again experienced the terror of the ghost market. This place could not be dealt with using the methods of the living world.
As things stood, Yan Shouyi, being in the wrong, had to try to negotiate.
Sixty liters of blood was impossible to produce. This would either mean killing Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang, or killing two innocent people by the roadside.
"Um... Mommy?" Yan Shouyi called out awkwardly.
The madam was also stunned. She had never heard such an address before.
Lin Zitong coughed, reminding Yan Shouyi that such a term was not appropriate for Fenglai Tower.
Yan Shouyi felt a bit embarrassed and skipped the address altogether: "Besides blood, what else do you want?"
The madam frowned, her powder creasing on her face. She said coldly, "Besides blood, we want nothing."
"Business can't be done like this. Aren't there always alternatives?"
"You'd better think about who will become our bun filling tonight."
Seeing the madam's resolute attitude, Yan Shouyi felt there was no point in further communication.
He exchanged a glance with Long Feicheng and the others.
Having experienced so much together, they had developed a tacit understanding. Long Feicheng shifted his body, gathered his breath, and waited for Yan Shouyi's command to make his escape.
However, the madam had seen through their plan and immediately shouted at the thugs, "Seize them and send them to the kitchen to be chopped up for buns!"
Several thugs immediately sprang into action, with the fastest ones already blocking the exit.
The customers of Fenglai Tower seemed accustomed to such events. They all sat in their chairs, watching without dodging, some even licking their lips, contemplating which person's bun to order later.
"Attack!"
Seeing that escape was impossible, Yan Shouyi had no choice but to fight. His previously amiable demeanor vanished as he grabbed the neck of the thug in front of him and landed two punches on the thug's face.
The thugs were ghosts, after all, and couldn't withstand Yan Shouyi's punches. Under two blows, half of a thug's head shattered. However, Yan Shouyi deliberately avoided the forehead, lest this ghost be completely annihilated on the spot!
The madam was shocked by Yan Shouyi's ferocity and retreated in fear, hiding behind a pillar.
Some thugs thought Lin Zitong was a woman and thus easier to bully. They raised their whips and lashed out at her.
Who knew Lin Zitong simply shook the soul-summoning bell in her hand, and the thug's body became uncontrollable. He wrapped the whip around his own neck and strangled himself. His already pale face turned even paler.
In the first exchange, the people from Fenglai Tower gained no advantage, and the madam began to panic.
She hurriedly shouted, "Quick, go call the楼主! Hurry!"
Just then, many peach blossoms began to fall from the sky.
The peach blossoms were small and pink, like a gentle rain, tickling people as they fell, stirring their hearts.
Amidst this shower of peach blossoms, a pink ghostly figure descended from the sky.
Long Feicheng looked up and couldn't help but swallow. He saw a long pink skirt unfurl in the wind, and a pair of slender, beautiful legs emerged like the pistil of a flower.
"These legs are enough for me to play with for three years..." Long Feicheng muttered.
Wang Jiwang, standing beside him, slapped Long Feicheng's head and cursed, "Your lecherous heart is still unquenched! This woman is clearly no ordinary person. Don't provoke her any further!"
The female ghost in the pink dress landed on the ground and sat directly at the table in front of Yan Shouyi. She crossed her legs in a neat posture, casually picked up a pot of fine wine from a customer, and took a small sip directly from the spout.
However, her cherry-like small mouth seemed unable to hold so much wine. The overflowing red wine flowed down her fair chin, across her delicate neck, and finally disappeared into the deep cleavage.
Gulp.
The men around them swallowed in unison.